Step-Siblings (Louis Tomlinson FanFic)

Crime And "Punishment"

a/n sorry for not updating for awhile but I recently had to go to my cousin's graduation in Arkansas and couldn't update. then I have to read 2 series of 3 books for no reason along with another one before school ends in a month. anyway! smiles and kisses. Mars.

:):) xx

"you, my sir, are going...to DAEP." the principal finished the last part with a definite finality.

"what the hell is that?" I questioned, confused as hell.

"disciplinary alternative educational program. it is like OSS for a long period of time."

so he was telling me just because I beat the shit out of some dick who was making fun of Alicia, that I had to get permanent OSS for like the rest of the school year? like what the fuck?!

"that is freaking ridiculous! and not to mention, unfair as all get out!" I screamed at him from across the desk, leaning forward in my chair to show my distress.

he put his hands up in defense as if I was gonna jump across the table and snag him by the throat. I cant deny that I was thinking about it, because I was. In my mind I had already grabbed him by the throat and had him held up against the wall in my one fist and in the other I envisioned Caleb. Both of them were terrified beyond belief and the principal was simply saying that I didn't have to go to DAEP nor OSS because he was that damn scared.

"now Louis, there's no need to get upset all over again. there is no way of getting around this, we have a no tolerance policy for violence. And you clearly hit Caleb, now I'm sorry but which parent should I call, your mom or Alicia's dad?" he had his hand on the receiver, lifting it up to where I could hear the dial tone humming, fingers poised over the keypad, waiting for my response.

"just call my mum for fuck's sake." I shoved the chair back and stood up, giving him a death glare as I went to grab all my books out of the office and headed to my locker to grab the rest of my shit. this was most definitely the worst day of my entire life. it was even worse then when Candy, my ex-girlfriend, died last year in a freak car-accident.

as I walked to my locker thoughts of Candy rushed in, us at the theater, us cruising around in my old mustang, parked down at make-out ridge- I was cut from my thoughts as I arrived at my locker. Alicia. she was leaning against my locker down which a smug grin on her face, inspecting my now swollen hand and flushed face, red with rage.

"so what's going on bro-bro?" she questioned as I shoved her free from my locker so I could open the lock. I spun the combination in before almost pulling the locker door of its hinges.

"what do you think sissy?" I said with a scowl on my face. she looked amused at my frustration.

"you beat up your buddy for no reason???" I saw a smirk creeping onto her face as she waited for my reaction.

"I know you know what actually happened and why I did it so can we just pretend it didn't happen and move on?" I was super hopeful that she would actually leave this be and let me leave in "peace". of course that wasn't going to happen...

"oh my bubby wanted to stand up for me, did he now???" she was clearly amused at my reactions to her claims. I could feel my face's red glow from rage to straight up blushing in a matter of seconds.

"shut up you dumb hoe," I said it with vindication, hoping she would just suspect this as child-like banter and just leave.

she chuckled and said, "oh really now you fuck twit?"

"yes whore."

"wow you are such an asshole."

"couldn't come up with any better comeback than that?"

"better than yours."

"oh really I could call you something super awful but that word is reserved for special people and you are definitely not worthy of that word, not yet." I smirked as I thought of the word that I was going to call her, the C-word. if I didn't actually have feelings for her I probably would have called her that, just like a week ago.

"oh! well then! I know exactly what you were gonna call me a c-" I cut her short by dropping my books on the floor with a bang and lacing my arms around her waist and pulling her close to me. her hips bumping against mine and her face drawn back in surprise. "what the hell are you doing Louis?!"

"this." and I forcefully brought my lips to hers with purpose. I brought my lips down with such force that she at first didn't respond, then slowly she started to return the kiss, deepening it. her fingers ran up through my hair as mine tightened around her waist possessively. we slid around the corner by my locker and into a dark hallway. we had been kissing passionately for a total of about 3 or 4 minutes before the receptionist's voice rang out over the intercom.

"Louis Tomlinson to the office. Louis Tomlinson to the office." with the interruption from the intercom Alicia and I pulled apart in a rush. since her back was against the wall I slowly pushed off the wall with my forearms.

"umm...yeah...well I better get going..." I said awkwardly as I rubbed my hands over my hair to smooth it back down from Alicia ruffling it with her fingers during our make-out session.

"uhh...yeah..well see you at home??" she said equally as awkward slipping out from under my 'arm bridge', pulling her hair into a messy bun before fast walking off in the opposite direction.

"smooth Louis, smooth," I said under my breath to myself as I bent down to retrieve my dropped, more like thrown, books. I stalked off towards the office, seeing my mum's car idling in the round-about through the glass doors. guess I wasn't getting my car anytime soon...

a/n I tried, be upset if you must but I tried. buh-bye my lovelies! smiles and kisses. Mars.

:):) xx